A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Hey, this is New York?" Rogge was also here for the first time, looking curiously at the slightly shabby hall.

"Let's go to the Blind Pig Bar." Newt took the suitcase and looked around.

The colorful suitcases the Muggles were pulling were completely different from the suitcases he was carrying, so there was no need to worry about picking up the wrong one this time.

Newt led the two of them into a dirty alley, filled with trash cans, waste paper and discarded items. He found the steps leading to the basement and motioned for the two of them to come down.

The end of the alley is blocked by a wall, which is spray-painted with courtesans wearing deep V dresses and posing. Newt walked over, the courtesan's eyes following his movements as they moved upward.

As Newt slowly knocked on the door four times, a door latch opened. The courtesan's eyes moved along with the door latch, revealing the suspicious look of a doorman.

"Is Narrak here?"

"Who are you?" the guard asked vigilantly. He looked at the three people's attire and locked the door latch.

Just when Rogge was about to ask, the door opened.

"Isn't this the Master of Care of Magical Creatures, Mr. Scamander?" There was a burly goblin standing behind the door. He was the Narrak that Newt was looking for.

The goblin wore a black striped suit and had a scar over one eye that looked like it nearly blinded him.

It flicked the cigar and sneered: "Old friend, let's go in and chat."

Narlak moved out of the way, and the three Newts filed in.

The tavern is home to the underworld of New York's wizarding world, and all kinds of wizards and criminals gather here. Their wanted poster was hanging on the wall, but I was drinking with peace of mind.

Some drunk guys tore off their wanted posters and stood proudly on the wine table singing.

Beautiful jazz music is played on the stage. This kind of music was first used to accompany guests in the red light district. It must be intimate but not affect the guests' interest, so it is perfect for such a smoky underground tavern.

A dazzling fairy was singing on it. Her appearance changed the impression left by the British elf on Roger. It turned out that elves are also good-looking.

"What a rare visitor. How is my Bowtruckle?" Narlak sat on the sofa, and a house elf hurriedly brought them wine.

"Narrak, when you betrayed us to the Magic Congress..."

"No, no, no, just a report." Narlak corrected Newt. He stared at the box in Newt's hand. He was about to say something but was interrupted by Roger.

"Hey, is there any juice?"

"Who is this?"

"Rogg, an ordinary little wizard." Rogg took the juice and smiled at Narlak.

"Scamander, I think you are looking for me because there must be something that cannot be solved through normal means. I don't care about the past things, but if you want me to help you, you can come up with a good price."

"Narrak, you misunderstood." Rogge smiled at Newt and motioned for him to deal with the goblin.

"I need to find someone. It just so happens that Mr. Newt thinks you are okay, so he came to ask you." Roger sipped his straw, and the singer in the tavern sang while waving his wand.

"Hey, your goblins here can use wands?"

"This is the free America, not the UK. We are not regulated, so what's the problem with using a wand?" Narlak looked at the little wizard curiously and smiled proudly: "We goblins can use wands."

"Oh? I didn't expect the American wizarding world to be so free." Rogge suddenly spoke in elf language. Narlak was surprised. Newt and McGonagall also looked at Rogge in surprise.

"It's rare to hear a wizard speak so fluently in Elvish. I don't like your accent. It smells like a Gringotts elf."

"You can hear this? I'm looking for a duelist from the Thunderbirds, can you do that?"

"Thunderbirds, those people are not easy to offend."

"No need to offend you, let's talk about the price."

"I want the Bowtruckle." Narlak looked at Newt, still unable to forget the little guy who was snatched back.

"Can't it be replaced by something else? Like Galleons?"

"I'm not a Gringotts guy, and I'm not interested in Galleons. Give me the Bowtruckle and I'll find someone for you." Narrak smiled and flicked his cigar. He stood up and walked to the bar to let them discuss it carefully.

"How is it?" Mag asked.

"This guy wants a Bowtruckle."

"For Jin Feixia, I can give him..."

"No!" Rogge and Mag stopped him.

"You can't trust these guys. As long as the price is enough, they will do anything."

Rogge shook his head and continued: "Even if the front foot gives him the Bowtruckle, the back foot may sell us."

"Now what?"

"It's up to me." Rogge told them to rest assured that he had a way to deal with the other party.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Narkak, be smart, I'm not Mr. Newt. New York is so big, even if you don't have someone else to help me get information."

"Are you threatening me?" Narlak's scarred eyes flashed coldly, and the two people's eyes met, neither of them willing to give in.

"Threatening you? Narlak, position yourself. Here comes the wand!" Rogge cursed, and the goblin singer's wand came out.

The singer was startled by the sudden spell, and only the band continued to play. Narlak waved her hand and told her to continue singing.

Newt and McGonagall looked at the bar worriedly, wondering what was going on. However, judging from Rogge's actions just now, the communication was not smooth.

"Little wizard, this is America, and this is my territory!" Narlak knocked on the table to express his dissatisfaction.

"So? Narlak, I'm looking for you to give you face. Who do you think you are? A goblin, a criminal who dares not show his face." Rogge grabbed Narlak's bow tie and pressed it on the table with huge force. Unable to resist.

He picked up Narlak's cigar and slowly stubbed it out in front of it.

"Who left the scar?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Narlak was a little frightened. The little wizard opposite was some kind of freak. His strength was comparable to that of a giant.

"Maybe I should talk to that guy, how about using your head?"

"you!"

"Hahaha, don't be afraid. I was just kidding." Rogge loosened his tie and straightened Narlak's wrinkled suit.

"After all, I'm not a bad person." He knocked on the table and shouted to the store: "Mr. Narlak will pay for today's consumption."

"Ouch!"

…

The drinkers in the store let out a series of howls and cheers, and the atmosphere on the dance floor was pushed to its highest point.

"Mr. Narlak, since MACUSA can't control you, it can't control me either. Think about it carefully." Rogge gave Mag and the others a reassuring look.

He had a friendly, frank, and in-depth communication with the goblin. Both parties fully expressed their respective positions and opinions without reservation, and now we are waiting for the final consensus.

It’s almost the end of the month, if you have tickets, come hit me! ! ! I'll ask the editor tomorrow to see if Riwan can change his fate. Alas~